Monday, June 2, 2014

From Now On by Susan A. Royal: Guest Post with Excerpt

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Things that drive me UP THE WALL
     My husband affectionately refers to me as a smart ass. (Feel free to insert aleck if your blog is rated PG, although it doesn’t quite describe my sarcasm or his view of it). Let me explain.
     For instance, he might be helping me put away the groceries. He’ll hold up the milk and ask “Do you want me to put this in the refrigerator?” to which I immediately reply “No, put it in the dishwasher.” He simply cannot understand why this drives me insane. Or someone might knock on the door and he’ll be standing next to me, only to turn with a puzzled look on his face and ask “Is that the door?” and I can’t stop myself from snapping, “Of course not, it’s the telephone. Answer it.”
     I despise checking out at the store on my lunch hour. The cashier wants to know my life story. Not long ago I was picking up travel size toiletries for a trip we were about to take. If you say hello to the woman, she takes it as permission to engage you in a conversation that lasts far longer than you desire. By now she should know me well enough to know better. Anyway, she asked if I was going on a trip, and I said no without batting an eye.
     This grates on my nerves. I’ll answer the phone at work, and the caller will ask for one of my coworkers. I say “She’s on another line. Would you like to leave a message?” They say “Is she going to be long?” Okay…tell me how I’m supposed to answer that. The party in question is in another room. I can’t hear their conversation. I don’t know if my coworker is on hold or what and I’m supposed to venture a guess on how much longer the conversation will last? And these people are professionals. Give me a break.
     Are you beginning to get the picture?
     I hate it when I answer the phone, and someone says “Who is this?” I say “Don’t you know who you’re calling?” Or people who feel compelled to return a missed call even if they don’t recognize the number. I hate it when people say “Will you do something for me?” and I sit there, wondering if it’s a trick question and they’re going to try to rope me into something you don’t want to do.
     I hate it when people who know better say “I seen it” or use the wrong tense of a verb. They’ll say I “text” him instead of I “texted” him. People, if you’re going to make it a verb, then use it right for Pete’s sake. It’s one thing to misuse a word unintentionally, but when people do it because it’s habit or they’re lazy, that drives me insane.
     This entire post has been cathartic. I feel so much better getting all this off my chest. Only one thing. Now that I’ve rambled on about my pet peeves, I know what you’re thinking. You’re feeling sorry for my husband and the people that have to deal with me. Hmmm…you’re probably right. Truthfully, though I hope you’ve laughed along with me at things we all do.

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Title: From Now On

Series:  It’s About Time Series #2

Author:  Susan A. Royal

Published:  May 23rd, 2014

Publisher:   MuseItUp

Word Count:  approx. 90,000

Genre:  Time Travel Adventure Romance

Content Warning:  Mild Sexual Content



Erin and Griffin’s happy reunion is short-lived when Isobeil sends him on a mission to mysterious Manx Island soon after their arrival in his world. Griffin asks for Erin’s hand in marriage and promises they’ll marry when he returns, but he doesn’t come back in the allotted time. Erin discovers Isobeil isn’t at all concerned he is missing. In fact she plans to use Griffin’s absence to send Erin back to her own time.

Erin’s old friend, Arvo, helps her sneak out of the castle. Together with his squire they travel to Griffin’s childhood home, seeking help from Griffin’s trusted friend, Sir Edevane. Erin and Griffin’s sister, Kat, share a touching moment before she is summoned by Griffin’s mother, Lady Gwyneth. After an uneasy confrontation, Gwyneth wishes Erin and Edevane Godspeed, sending them on their way. At a tavern along the way, they meet Rhylie and Sage, orphaned sisters who ask to travel with them to Swansea.

After they arrive in the port city, they make arrangements with Captain Akin for passage to Manx Island. Once they set sail, Erin discovers unexpected passengers. Against her mother’s wishes, Kat has followed them. Also aboard are Rhylie and Sage, on their way home to Manx Island.

They find Griffin’s horse, Bayard, running loose on the beach. Captain Akin tells them the vines tangled in his bridle grow only in Ballaugh Curragh, which is on the other side of the island, so they head in that direction.

When Erin and Bayard get lost in a strange mist, she stumbles upon a herd of pigs, led by a little man called Figg. He takes Erin back to camp. On the way, he admits he’s recently seen Griffin and Bayard in the company of strangers. And Griffin was being held against his will. Figg offers Erin his help.

At a small village on their way, they discover the strangers passed through days before. They are caught in a freak snowstorm and take shelter for the night in the ruins of an old church, where Erin glimpses a ghost keeping watch at a grave. That night she dreams of the woman and learns why she haunts the graveyard.

Armed mercenaries capture Erin and the others and take them to a hidden camp where Erin is shocked to discover her brother Aidan is the man in charge. He is under orders to level Ballaugh Curragh if necessary to keep H.G. Hammond, a power hungry murderer, from activating a device to set up his own empire in this time. She is even more determined to find Griffin while there’s still time. Rhylie and Sage help them escape and lead them to their childhood home outside Kirk Michael, where Rhylie tells the story of their father and mother and how they met.

Aidan catches up with them, and when his men disobey his orders, Aidan sends them back to their own time. Erin talks her brother into joining them. He shocked to discover Rhylie and Sage are his daughters. He realizes he’s got to find some other way to deal with Hammond. It’s one thing to sacrifice his life, but another thing altogether when it involves his family.

Iain is killed when a small group goes to scout out Hammond’s camp. They decide to strike immediately or lose the advantage of surprise. Once they arrive, Aidan sets off an explosion to confuse Hammond’s men and goes in to disarm the device. While he’s doing that, Erin finds Griffin alive, but trapped in the cellar of a building. She manages to save him before it caves in completely. Aidan is able to disable the device and fails to catch Hammond who escapes, but not before Akin can follow him to whatever world he is going.

Everyone returns to Lady Gwyneth’s manor. Erin and Griffin are reunited at last and their marriage takes place. Aidan manages to arrive in time to walk his sister down the aisle. After the ceremony Erin is stunned when Aidan approaches with two of the guests and asks Erin if she recognizes Dad and Mom.

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I am a stranger in this world, even though I’ve traveled this way before.

Fate and not design brought me the first time. It hurled me into a distant future, with no idea how or why, taking me from an existence dependent upon modern technology to a place where people fear such things and those who use them. While searching for my way home from this harsh and sometimes violent world, my admiration for its inhabitants who valued honor and duty above all else grew into admiration and respect. I found myself drawn to one in particular, a man who saved me more than once. Only I never expected to fall in love with him.

Torn between my feelings and a longing for home, I returned to my time with only vague memories of my experience. My life went back to normal, but part of me sensed the loss of something more precious than anything I’d regained. Until one day, I saw him again.

This time I’ve come by choice, and it is where I’m going to stay.

Fate willing.


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About the Author:

Born in west Texas and raised in south Texas, Susan makes her home in a 100-year-old farmhouse in a small east Texas town that comes complete with a female ghost who has been known to harmonize with her son when he plays guitar.

Susan is married and the mother of six (she counts her children’s spouses as her own) and five grandchildren who are all unique and very special. Her family is rich with characters, both past and present. Her grandmother shared stories of living on a farm in Oklahoma Territory with three sisters and three brothers and working as a telephone operator in the early 20th century. Her father told her about growing up in San Antonio in the depression, and she experienced being a teenager during WWII through her mother’s eyes.

Susan loves to take her readers through all kinds of adventures with liberal doses of romance. Her latest book is From Now On, a time travel adventure/romance. It’s the stand-alone sequel to Not Long Ago in her It’s About Time series. In My Own Shadow is a Fantasy adventure/romance. Look for her books at MuseItUp/Amazon/B&N. Odin’s Spear, one of her short stories is featured in a Quests, Curses, and Vengeance anthology, Martinus Publishing, available on Amazon.



Giveaway Details:

There is a tour wide giveaway. Prizes include the following:

  • One winner will receive an ecopy of Not Long Ago and From Now On, the first two books in the It’s About Time series.

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Laurie Jenkins said...

Love your post, Susan...You had me laughing because I saw so much of me in your comments. Stuff like that drives me bonkers, too.

I usually want to ask "Where's your sign?" Many years ago a comedian (can't remember who) did a standup about people who asked stupid questions. His thought was they should have to wear an "I'm stupid" sign. Probably not PC anymore. But anyway, then we could just ask "Where's your sign?"

Funny thing is we all do it, at least occasionally - at least I know I have. But I am more aware of it now, and try to avoid doing it myself or making a hurtful remark to someone else (sometimes there is a fine line between funny and mean, I've found out the hard way).

Anyway, you and I would get along great! lol

Anonymous said...

Hi, Susan!

I loved the first novel, Not Long Ago, and I've already got my copy of From Now On. As good as the romance is (so my female friends tell me, lol), I'm a fan of the action and adventure, which is always great fun. I'm really looking forward to it!

Congratulations on an excellent series!

And to you, Laurie, I agree completely with your UP THE WALL rant, as I am often gnashing my teeth at the way people write (or fail to write) in these dark days of non-English. You'd think your husband (and anyone within throwing distance of you) would learn to avoid stating the obvious, which seems to push you over the edge. The esteemed Douglas Adams had a theory about this phenomenon, which is that if humans were to stop talking, their brains start working. Anyway, thanks for the laugh.

Susan Royal said...

Thanks so much Laurie. I was on a rant that day, I'll have to admit. I've been having qualms about my post ever since. Sometimes there is a fine line, and I really and truly only meant it amusing. (Just ask my husband)

Susan Royal said...

Thanks Edmund. I am so glad you enjoyed the book and I hope you like the second installment just as much. Oh and as for the rant? My husband just fixes me with his steely blue eyes and calls me by my nickname. Works every time.